Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Don't just leave like this!

Even if you can come back soon, don't fail in such a pathetic way.

The Night Demon's three-lobed eyes blazed fiercely.

That eye burned with an inner flame that could not be extinguished by any known means, and at that moment it was bursting out with a dazzling, eerie blue light.

That light was not light, but pure malice, the embodiment of fear itself, the desperate screams of countless civilizations in their final moments before destruction, the terror of the universe, the essence of chaos, and knowledge that the human mind should never have to bear.

It gazed at Amamiya Rin.

At that moment, the surrounding void distorted.

Those indescribable colors began to spin wildly, those unspeakable sounds began to roar madly, and logic and thought lost their meaning in the face of this gaze.

This blow was enough to shatter even the strongest will. Even the Atlach servants of the Gray Webweavers would instantly collapse and die in the face of such terrifying malice.

Seven stared at that eye.

His eyes were completely calm and clear, reflecting a resolve to endure any malice that might befall him.

The Night Demon's malice was like a stone thrown into an ancient well, creating ripples but failing to disturb the calm moon at the bottom.

During that eye contact, the Night Demon's body twisted violently, and the darkness that made up its body dissolved and collapsed.

Because she saw a deeper level of light.

Instead, it was a blazing white light, the blazing not from temperature, but from will.

It was as intense as a million suns exploding at the same time, as pure as the will and determination to burn away all filth.

Deep within that white light, a figure stood tall and imposing.

The figure was engulfed in dark red flames, with a ferocious expression and wide-open, angry eyes. He held a sword in his right hand and a rope in his left, with flames raging behind him—the Immovable King, the supreme demon slayer, in a wrathful form.

Endless malice and terror surged wildly before this figure, but the moment they touched it, they were like withered grass thrown into a furnace, instantly burned to ashes.

Those angry eyes stared at her, and the Night Demon felt a sharp, burning pain in her own eyes. She felt her dark nature trembling violently before that light that struck at her very core.

They tried to capture Amamiya Rin, but were countered by Amamiya Rin's light. They tried to destroy Amamiya Rin's mind, but were countered again by Amamiya Rin's spiritual light.

"Hehehehe..."

The Night Demon laughed.

That was a weak laugh.

She stopped moving, resisting, running away, struggling—she gave up on everything.

Realizing how incompatible he was with Amamiya Rin, Night Demon completely gave up.

"Emerium Ray!"

The next moment, a deep voice echoed in the void, and Ultraman Seven's forehead erupted with dazzling light, a brilliant beam of light shooting out from the beam lamp on his forehead.

The emerald light, like a sharp blade tearing through the night at dawn, pierced the void, illuminating the eternal darkness, the distorted colors, the howling sounds, and also pierced the Night Demon's chest.

The Night Demon's body began to disintegrate.

Starting from the chest, large chunks of dark matter peeled off, turning into ashes in mid-air and scattering without leaving a trace.

However, at this last moment, the Night Demon reverted to her dark, loli-like form.

"You're really ruthless, brother."

The Night Demon's voice also became childlike and innocent again.

"But it's okay."

She laughed, her soft, childlike voice gradually mingling with the murmurs of an ancient palace, the wild laughter from the depths of an abyss, and the sighs of countless civilizations annihilated by time before sinking into eternal darkness.

"You've won this game, but don't let your guard down. I am the messenger, the sole agent of the Outer God's will in the world, the chaos that lurks in every shadow. And the one who wants to see you is not my will, but the blind and foolish Azathoth—that is His will."

His voice possessed a chilling allure, as if it came simultaneously from the deepest abyss of the earth's core and the farthest edge of the stars—deep, resonant, with a madness surging beneath the surface, ready to burst forth and devour all who listened.

"Farewell, Amamiya Rin, take care of yourself. Pray to the entire universe that you will never encounter my other thousand faces in some long, restless dream, pray that you will never be led by me to the abode of the end of all things, to meet that blind and foolish Azathoth who sleeps in the heart of chaos, for I am Nyarlathotep, I am the crawling chaos."

The moment the words fell, the snickers of a thousand demons echoed through the void.

That figure completely disintegrated, turning into countless fragments of darkness, which were utterly annihilated in the torrent of light, but left Amamiya Rin with a blessing that was almost a curse.

Gazing into the void where the Night Demon had vanished, the Giant of Light's face grew somber.

Even in defeat, she can make the victor feel uneasy; as the embodiment of Nyarlathotep, she possesses this talent.

Amamiya Rin looked into the darkness in the distance.

Beyond countless light-years, there lies an ominous silence.

A vast horde of amorphous creatures lurking and leaping in the darkness were singing the Sirens' Song, sung by the night and the stars. In the deepest chaos, a formless force of destruction lingered in the boundless center, churning and bubbling, blaspheming all the gods—that was Azathoth, the mindless demon king, greedily and formlessly gnawing away.

If this world is a game, then it must be the worst of the worst.

Amamiya Rin made a definitive judgment about this world.

From vampires to the Apologetic Demon who can dissolve all of humanity, from the Slit-Mouthed Woman to the Twilight Kintoki Duo whose spiritual abilities rival those of a nation, from Kayako with the potential to destroy the world to the Night Demon, the incarnation of an Outer God.

Finally, Azathoth, the blind and foolish god whose power cannot be described in words, the primordial source of chaos, the head of demons, and the lord of all things, was also within his reach.

What kind of ridiculous balance is this? Where's the gradual difficulty curve? Is there any logic to this?

Which game puts new players in the starting area right after they've learned how to use skills, and then immediately puts them in front of the final boss?

Which game lets players defeat the mobs, look up, and find a level 100 boss squatting at the door waiting for them?

There's no such thing in the game, but there is in reality, right in front of Amamiya Rin.

Faced with this situation, even complaining felt incredibly powerless.

Because no matter what words are used, they cannot change this sad reality.

"Don't think too much about it, Lin Jun, you should go back now."

Suddenly, a voice rang in Yu Gonglin's ears, urging him to leave this void.